I once found a wounded pidgeon on my balcony, I guess it flew against the window. I nurtured it back to health. Over a period of a month or so, I kept it in a cage and hand fed it, but eventually it grew restless and it was time to let it go. As soon as I opened the cage, that horny bastard flew into the nearest tree, jumped on another pidgeon and made the tree shake.
I once found a wounded pidgeon on my balcony, I guess it flew against the window. I nurtured it back to health. Over a period of a month or so, I kept it in a cage and hand fed it, but eventually it grew restless and it was time to let it go. As soon as I opened the cage, that horny bastard flew into the nearest tree, jumped on another pidgeon and made the tree shake.
It must’ve been lonely on the inside.
I thought that pigeon ended up eaten by a hawk a minute out. Was rather relieved!